“Sorry about your friends,” said Major Jones, without a hint of real sympathy. “But we have a war to fight son, with living soldiers.”
“Sir, I-“ Jones cut me off with an angry glare.
“Son, we got two hours in-system to find your friends. Then it’s off to the New Millennia Colony. They got about a billion people to defend there. So what do you think is more important to the navy, New Millennia or your friends?” he said.
I thought about it for a second. “Sir, to me, they aren’t mutually exclusive-“ he gave me the cut signal across his throat before I could finish.
“No more chatter, newbie. Now get the fuck outta my sight,” he snapped, then went back to his paperwork.